Narrative Essay On Dance Tryouts

It was the moment I had been practicing for. I was finally going to try out for my middle school cheer team and hopefully make it. I was so excited I could barely focus on my classes that day. I had run through all of the steps at least 50 times that day.

This summer, I had to turn my back on something that has been close with me since I was eight. My dance studio closed, I had been going there since I was eight. To be honest, when I first started, I was terrible. But weren’t we all when we first started the sport that we loved? Six years later, I am still dancing and even more than I had when I first started. Now I am on the high school dance team. Which wouldn’t have happened had I not fallen in love with the sport at such a young age. My teacher sparked a fire inside me which would not be easily put out. So, as you can imagine, I had a hard time with all of it. Because without her, I would definitely not the person and dancer I am today.

Most people view cheerleading as twenty four girls in skimpy uniforms who know basic cheers along with rhythmic stomps and claps, but this is not entirely the case. Cheerleading involves an athleticism unlike any other sport or physical activity. While some people say competitive cheerleading is too unmethodical and muddled to be considered a sport, it actually meets all the criteria to be considered one. Competitive cheerleading is physically demanding, competitive, and regulated.

I waited by the dance room door for what felt like hours, waiting to see if I made the varsity cheer team. The feeling of both nervousness and excitement overcame me as the coach walked over to the door to post the numbers of the few who made it.

I am writing to you about the unique meaning behind my six word memoir, things you should know about me, and my two main goals for the year.

It was still dark outside and the sun was at its peak from rising into a whole new day. I woke up to my alarm set at 5:10 in the morning, and even though I didn’t exactly get out of bed joyfully, the excitement gave me great motivation. It was a chilly morning, so I grabbed my robe and went to get washed up. I dressed up in warm layered clothing with a scarf and long coat to prepare for the cold, windy day in Boston, Massachusetts. For breakfast, I ate a scrumptious blueberry waffle and grabbed my bag walking towards the door. I hugged my mom goodbye and began walking to school.

Have you ever met someone or a group of people that you knew will be your closest friends? When you first talk to these people you knew that you will build an unbreakable bond. My violin is cheerleading. Not just because of the passion I have for that sport, but because of the girls on that team. The girls on this team have got me through hard times. Whenever I see their faces it lifts my spirits and always puts a smile on my face. We have all grown so close together that we are now one giant family, and I know that I can always go to them when I 'm having a problem. Plus I get to do a sport I love with my best friends.

It was Thursday morning,I had a doctor 's appointment. My football game was tonight . I had french toast then I got dressed clipped my nails and we were late we had to get gas. My appointment was 8:45 I looked at the time 8:50. When we got there I signed in and got my wristband on.

I am a Skeptic-Orphic-Solipsist. A Skeptic person doubts everything that they do, and what other’s do. An Orphic person believes that good is rewarded and evil is punished. A Solipsist believes that idea’s come from experiences. So basically I doubt my life, believe that if I do something good I will be rewarded, and believe that the best idea’s come from your life experiences. All of those things are pretty different from each other. They mesh together, but what they make is a bit of a mess.

We approached number seven-tee box, and we saw the fairway was cleared. We started our seventh hole. My dad hit a straight shot, and it traveled a long distance. We drove toward the women’s tee, so my mom could hit her ball. She hit a straight ball, and it traveled a long distance, too. We approached the green, and my parents putted their balls in the hole twice. Therefore, my mom got a five, and my dad got a four for the seventh hole.

This year in football I got a new position, last year I played offensive tackle and defensive tackle. This year I play center defensive end, last year I was awful, I was second string, i’d cry a lot, and I was so scared scared to hit someone. I was a HUGE wimp! I tried my hardest to get better I was still scared to hit someone. This year I was so excited to play new position in football, I would workout and practice everyday to get better I knew it would pay off.

Today was the day I was going back to spy academy, the day I got my test results back.. I was so nervous, I didn’t want to go in, I felt sick. My mom gave me a pep talk like she always did. It made me feel better. My parents walked me in and my coach handed me a letter, I slowly opened it… I was shocked. Everyone in the room was staring, my parents came closer, I got in! I finally got in. After all those practices i got into spy academy. The reports say that I was Rhythmic in movement and overall I was

I was born on the 30th of November 2000 in Adelaide to a mother named Lesley and a father named Shannon. I am aboriginal from my mum’s side of the family and British from my dad’s side. I’ve been an only child up until last year when on July 18th,

It was a sunny August evening when it happened. After several months of grieving the departure of my beloved dance teacher I had finally figured out how I was going to move on, I was going to move to a new dance studio and start over. Everything seemed to be falling into place, All I had left to do was tell my best friend and former teammate, I brought it up as we were sitting in a quiet little park by my house. I was expecting her to understand that this was something I needed to do for me and that it wasn’t anything personal. Based on the screaming match that followed soon after I broke the news I’d say that I was a little bit off the mark on that assumption.

It was a late night around 9pm. My friends and I decided to go to east to hang and pass a volleyball like we usually do. We weren 't that far from east because we were spending the night at my friend Hannahs. Sisi came and brought her longboard. I was happy because I could ride her longboard and it was really fun. While Sisi, Hannah, and Sydney were passing a volleyball I was riding the longboard around. After a few hours we all got bored of passing the volleyball and being at east. We decided to go back to Hannah and, I was going to ride the longboard. Sisi told me not to go down a hill and I said I wouldn 't. And I was ahead of Sisi and Sydney. Hannah and I were talking about random stuff. I told her I was going to go down this small hill